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“I’d love that. I’ll give you my contact details.”

And there’s my in. Elena has helped me tonight, and she doesn’t even know it.

Before we head home, Atkens pulls me aside. “I’m so glad we had the chance to talk tonight. Your wife is such a breath of fresh air. I think she will get along amazingly well with Paula. The two of them like to give their time so freely to those who need it.”

“I’m sure they will become good friends,” I reply, shaking his hand.

Elena is just the gift that keeps on fucking giving.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight,” I tell her as we walk back into the clubhouse. I know it’s been tense between us, and she could have easily told me to go fuck myself, but she’s just too sweet for that. She hasn’t got a mean bone in her body. “You should send Paula a message. Atkens thinks the two of you will get along well.”

“I will! I’m excited to see if she needs any help. And you’re welcome. I had a good time, minus the looks and comments from the women who clearly want you,” she grumbles.

I stop in my tracks. I didn’t miss some of the looks, and I knew Jessica was acting jealous, but I didn’t realize it was more than that. “I haven’t touched any of those women, Elena. I don’t like to mix business with pleasure.”

Not to mention that after Jade, I’ve mostly stuck to the club girls. No strings attached.

“Isn’t that exactly what we are? Probably why you haven’t touched me since that first time.”

I walk backward with her until she’s pushed against the wall next to the staircase. I don’t know what to say because it’s so fucking complicated, so I just kiss her. She freezes for a second but then melts into me, her fingers gripping onto my shirt.

When I pull back, I release a harsh breath and rest my forehead against hers. “God, Elena. You think I don’t want you?”

“Then why won’t you have me?” she asks, and her soft words land heavier than if she had screamed them at me.

My thumb gently rubs her cheek. “It’s not you⁠—”

“It is me, Suit. You didn’t want me from the start,” she replies, and the hurt in her eyes makes my chest tighten.

“I didn’t know you then. I mean, you were a virgin and nerdy,” I tease, and she slaps my arm. “But you are much more than that. You are kind, beautiful, funny, intelligent, and charming.”

“Keep going, I like where this is going,” she rasps, and I laugh.

“I just wasn’t ready for a marriage,” I admit, not wanting to hurt her, but she deserves to know the truth. “And after we slept together, the pressure of having those expectations on me made me want to run.”

“I’m getting mixed signals,” she whispers, now avoiding my gaze.

“I know,” I say, stepping back and rubbing the back of my neck. “Come on, let’s go and have a drink.”

I get her a vodka, and then she plays pool with Scorp, our club doctor. She laughs at something he says, and my fingers tighten around my beer.

Amy drops herself into my lap. “Come and watch me dance.”

I lift her off me. “I’ll be in there later tonight.”

“When your wife is tucked away in bed…” she purrs, sticking her chest out. “…I’ll be waiting.”

I don’t know why she thinks I’ll touch her tonight when I haven’t touched any of the other women since I’ve been married.

Yes, I go in there and have a drink with Angel. That was our usual routine. Yeah, I used to get my dick sucked there every night, but now I just go and watch, torturing myself because I haven’t fucked anyone in a month.

That’s the longest I’ve ever gone without pussy since I lost my virginity.

This war with my little wife is really messing with me.

She’s somehow gotten under my skin.

“You look miserable,” Angel grunts as he sits down.